The Lore of Battle Mage Robert of the Mount

Magic comes in many shapes, sizes, colors, and containers.

Some wizards can conjure ethereal runes from their fingertips. A few a ‘dem lucky Tengukensei devils (is that the PC term?) can shoot flames from their mitts! Twould be a handy power around here after All Souls, I tell ya.

Frolicksome familiars are attracted to lucky magical beings – Enchanter Diana of the River found herself a “Jeweled Hummingbird,” would’ya believe. A thing of beauty it is!

When I was having a catch-up with my mate Todd, he said – hand on spellbook – that some of the fanciest lads in the Capital had heads shaped like pyramids. Wonders never cease.

Me? I’m “Battle Mage Robert of the Mount,” and what powers do I bring to bear against the rising forces of darkness?

I’ve got a broom.

And a sickly rat.

Ah, now enough of that tattle from me.

All the same, I’d rather my lot in life than Magus Shabbith-Ka’s. He’s my neighbor across the heath who spent a little too much time reading weird tales, and now won’t stop talking – if that’s what ya call the sound coming out of his calamari-covered cakehole – about someplace called R'lyeh down the pub.

I won’t gwan any longer. Me an’ Justin (me rat) have a lot of cleaning up to do. Ne’er do wells and worse are popping up faster than toadstools around Magus Buttons of the Marsh, and we’ve got a lot of sweeping ahead of us...

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